"Damian" I called from the guest room. My hands were shaking as I held the small piece of paper that was tucked in my hang bag. I breathed in and breathed out to control myself. I didn't want to cry or break down. I heard the steps and then Damian, followed by Dean walked in the room. When Damian saw my facial expression, the smile on his face disappeared.

"What's wrong?" He asked quickly. I turned the little piece of paper in his direction so that he could read what was written in what seems like blood.

'One of you. Soon -J'

"What does he mean by 'one of you'...